Story: *Spoilers for The Inside Story* Puck's thoughts as he thinks about Sabrina.
Wrong
Sabrina was wrong.
Puck sat, staring at the wall, surprised by the revelation.
Sabrina was wrong, Puck thought a small smirk on his face. It was gone just as fast because Puck had just realized this had to be the first time Sabrina was blatantly wrong and Puck couldn't rub it in. Okay, well, maybe one day he could, but not today. Not now.
A scowling Puck got up and paced a few steps before turning and kicking the wall. Not one of my brightest ideas, Puck thought, now clutching his hurt foot. Of all the things he had to be right about, this was not what he wanted.
Why couldn't he just stay eleven years old forever? Who ever thought inventing girls would be fun?
Why did he ever have to meet stupid Sabrina Grimm?
The name should be poison to him, bringing up bad memories of being stuck here in Fairyport landing. Everafters here hated the name Grimm, except for a special few who had gotten used to Fairyport Landing or had just befriended the Grimms. Puck shouldn't fall under either category! He was the trickster king, friend to only other fellow tricksters and the Grimms were certainly not tricksters.
Especially not Sabrina.
And yet when he thought about leaving the Grimms and going back to that little place in the woods, he felt sick and almost vomited. Pictures of the Grimms dead flooded his mind, because surely they would be dead if he wasn't there to protect them.
Daphne's throat slit, her pig-tails the only thing holding her up, Granny (not that he would probably ever see her again) hanged and her body spasming, and Sabrina tortured. The latter was the worst of all. For some reason, imagining Sabrina's blond hair red with blood and not dye made Puck want to scratch out his eyeballs, hearing her imaginary screams made him want to scream, seeing life leave her eyes made Puck want to cry.
Dear God, Puck thought feeling the prickling behind his eyes. I'm the trickster king and they do not cry. No matter the reason.
Thinking this brought the pictures back and Puck raced out of the little alcove he discovered.
Stop.
But the pictures didn't. Puck liked to blame his dad for this, because really, what person every imagined their friends dead? His father had to be to blame. Before Puck was considered an outcast his father had taken him on outings that involved death, killing, and torture. Really, skinning a rabbit when you were four would give anybody nightmare or at least the kind of problems that gave therapists patients.
Still running, Puck found the person he was looking for and with a mighty breath he screamed: "Hey Ugly! I can smell all the way from over here!"
That caught her attention. "At least I can count to three!" Sabrina yelled back. Puck cackled. Disaster averted (really, what was the point of tear ducts? Life would be so much simpler without them). Walking up to Sabrina, he matched her pace and looked at her hands, which were carrying a giant pale of water that seemed to weigh more than she did.
"Give that to me. Your weak arms can't handle the weight," Puck said, grabbing the water bucket and yanking it out of her hands. He succeeded in getting the bucket, but he also spilled water on Sabrina inadvertently. "Oops."
For what felt like a minute Puck and Sabrina stared at the water spot on Sabrina's shirt that ended up dripping on her pants in a way that...
"Hey Grimm!" Puck laughed. "You peed yourself!"
And with that, Sabrina's glared at Puck, her eyes so angry that Puck almost thought she would burn a hole right threw him. "What. Did. You. Say?" Sabrina asked.
"What? Now you got hearing problems too?" Puck responded, grinning. "I said, 'You peed yourself.'"
Puck only had a few seconds worth of gloating before Sabrina's fist was flying towards his face. With only a few milliseconds before her fist landed on his perfect face, Puck managed a quick dodge that left Sabrina angrier. "What? It's not my fault you can't control your bladder."
Sabrina managed a little squeek of annoyance before saying, "Do you ever think before you speak?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Puck thought about his last sentence and tried to figure out what Sabrina could possibly mean. After still not getting it, he felt stupid, which made him mad, which in turn made the bucket of water in his hands all the more dangerous.
Sabrina seemed to realize this too because she started to back away. However, before she could get to far, Puck lifted the bucket up over her head and dumped the entire contents all over her.
The entire camp heard Sabrina's yell. "PUCK!" Then the entire camp, with a knowing look, carried on with their business.
Puck, however, was desperately trying to escape the mad clutches of Sabrina. Tried of running, he opened his wings and started to fly only to feel Sabrina yank him down until he was flat on his back.
"Hey! These wings are sensitive! Be careful."
"You should have thought of that before you dumped all the water on me!" Sabrina made sure to emphasize all her ideas with pointing at Puck. But Puck, grabbed her arm and pulled her down, which was, yet again, not one of his brightest ideas.
"God your wet!" Puck said, pushing Sabrina away from him and jumping up.
"That's what happens when you dump water on someone."
Not bothering to even glare at Sabrina Puck started to fan his shirt with his hands. There was a huge imprint of where Sabrina landed noted by what was wet and what wasn't.
Sabrina grinned evilly. "Hey Puck."
"What?"
"You look like you peed."
Puck paused, brief horror overcoming him as he looked down at his pants.
"How's that for justice?" Sabrina asked, watching Puck as he realized that, indeed, it did look like he had peed.
As Sabrina laughed, Puck tackled her. Now that he was wet, there was nothing that could make him look worse than he did, and he hated- HATED- being laughed at (unless there was a cool prank).
After rolling around for a few moments, Puck stopped and made sure her arms were held down (he didn't want her to try and punch him again).
"Now," Puck stated, "justice will be served." As he leaned over Sabrina, about to spit down onto her face, he felt the heart-pounding, light-headed feeling that had become the norm around Sabrina.
Stupid girls, Puck thought, getting a good spit ball built up. Sabrina had started to realize what was going to happen and was now trying to escape. Making you want to do things.
Just as he was about to spit, Sabrina in a last effort, sat up as far as she could (which was enough to reach Puck's face) and kissed him.
The heart-pounding got worse, so bad he thought it was going to explode. He felt like he was on fire and his light-headedness (which was usually bad) was almost double. In fact, he had trouble thinking at all.
Not exactly sure what was going on, Puck let go of Sabrina's arms, just enough that she could move them around. Then, in one swift movement, she moved her arms out and pushed him off her.
Still in a daze, Puck could only watch as Sabrina laughed and sprinted away with the water bucket.
Yep, Puck thought hazily. Sabrina was wrong.
We will get married someday.